The harsh roar of the motor echoed in the closed basement. The iron bed shook violently, and the cold metal felt close to my back. Su Ye opened his eyes suddenly. What comes into view is a pale and dazzling surgical shadowless lamp. Below the line of sight, a man wearing a mask and covered in blood was holding a rusty industrial chainsaw. The saw teeth were spinning rapidly, creating a gust of fishy wind. The sawtooth was less than ten centimeters away from her left thigh. There is no buffering whatsoever. There is no prelude. The shadow of death fell directly. Su Ye's pupils instantly shrank into needle-like shapes. His body instinctively wanted to bounce up, but he found that his limbs were as heavy as lead, and his wrists and ankles were tightly tied to the edge of the iron bed with rough cowhide leather. The anesthetic has not worn off yet. This body is as weak as a
